Able was only a step behind his red-haired similar, but what he saw made him grim under his amiable face. He new a sign of danger when he saw one, and he had seen this one before. After letting her out of arms' distance, which he wasn't sure was out of hesitation or courtesy, he knelt to place his token on the holy relic. His hands untied a leather cord from around his neck that held a string of oddly shaped and colored baubles, balls, rings, and rocks. It felt like a weight being taken off of his neck he was happily waiting for. He stood, renewed in a motivation that he could now see as substantial. This was the beginning.

Before he could really appreciate his sentimental moment, an even newer -and much more horizontal- face joined the company of their escaping party. He grimaced at the sympathetic pain of the taste of this floor and a pretty woman's teasing. With an exaggerated reach of his staff, he shuffled the new boys - erm, strange pointy stick - back into the reach of his arm, and held out a hand for the other.

He was about to shout to his mare, faithfully lying where he had left her, but choked on the words while that she-thief mounted hers. No more bandit tongue, not until he was more acquainted. Able didn't know what to make of the party as they lay some personal part of them aside, he would have just that to know them for now.

"Hail friend! We are not so helpless as to sit idly by here, as victims. We will quest on our own, to confront Dormin more fatefully again. Do you care to join us?" 

[i]Perhaps this invitation isn't very polite, considering i am bringing him to monster he does not know. Oh well, he seems the type to bring...something to the party.[/i]